Double Black

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Work from home; the concept that was popularized after the COVID-19 pandemic began in 2020.

Chuuya's biggest mistake was quarantining with that asshole, Mackerel bastard when the lockdown was announced. He had just happened to be in the same place as the bastard when the officials or whatever announced it on the news. Not a single moment passed by that Chuuya didn't regret meeting Dazai that day.

See, the two of them had been eating dinner- ramen bowls, delicious- in front of the TV when their movie was interrupted by a short news serial. They explained that people were required to quarantine indefinitely for now, and it was preferable to do so with people you see everyday, or live with.

Of course, Dazai had turned to face Chuuya with sparkling eyes, "Chuuya~ We have to quarantine together!"

And because Chuuya is weak to that bastard he calls his partner, he'd given in to those sparkly brown eyes and excited grins. Fatal mistake. The indefinitely quarantine period had already crossed a month recently, and Chuuya just... He had just had fucking enough. Quarantining with Dazai was hell on earth.

The problem wasn't that Chuuya now had to live in the same apartment with Dazai; no, he was quite used to that. He has been living with that pet fish for like seven years now anyway. In fact, Chuuya was convinced that his partner would genuinely die if he didn't take care of him constantly.

No, the major problem was doing their jobs from home. Because they both had to work from home now, and since Dazai was a good for nothing waste-of-bandages, he continuously slacked off his work to annoy Chuuya. Seriously! Sometimes Chuuya seriously wondered how he ever managed to get work done back in the Mafia, when the two of them shared an office.

Maybe it's because Chuuya has had four years to experience the joy of working alone, without an annoying Mackerel all over him constantly; but Chuuya very much wanted to experience such joys again. 

But well, for now he was stuck with working in the same room as the shitty Mackerel, even though they had different jobs now. And today? Today was just another one of those infuriating days in the Double Black household.

Chuuya had just finished making breakfast when his shitty partner walked out of their bedroom, his hair tussled and his bandages unravelled. Dazai slumped over the breakfast bar and yawned, "Morning, chibi."

On instinct, the redhead reached out his hand to pat the other's head, "Morning. Sleep well?"

The detective yawned again, "Yeah."

That was all that was said before Chuuya went over to re-tie Dazai's bandages and comb his hair with his fingers. Let's just say that Chuuya has had enough time to develop such weird tendencies. Once that was done, the two of them finally sat down for breakfast, during which Chuuya chose to lay out his warnings.

He glared at his partner, "Okay, listen here, dipshit. I have a very important zoom meeting right after this. So stay the fuck in the bedroom, will you? I'll take the call in the living room."

Dazai pouted, "Eh, but! I have nothing else to do!"

The mafioso glared at him some more, "How about you, I don't know, do your fucking job? Didn't that partner of yours assign you a ton of work already?"

The detective frowned, "Don't call him my partner, Partner. But fine, I'll stay out of your way."

Chuuya smirked triumphantly as he put away their breakfast plates, "Good. Off you go then."

Dazai rolled his eyes, but he obliged and walked over to the bedroom anyway. Chuuya was sure that he would stay there at least for a while, if not the entire duration of his very important zoom meeting.